Sometimes it's nice to get away from the hub-bub of normal daily life and enjoy some time doing ... nothing.
A few weeks ago I volunteered to go to the summer house because an assessor was coming for tax purposes and me, being the only one without a "job", was the only viable candidate to be there during the day when he would come. So, I packed up some kids, food, swim wear & the dog and we headed out for the day.
Once we got there and got settled, it became apparent to me that I had nothing to do. Well, aside from the book I brought to read. The house was clean. The crockpot was on with the soup I'd made the day before. And the kids were enjoying their favorite episode of "Mr. Bean" - of course the one where he looses his trunks in the pool!
I have to admit that I got a little anxious. I started thinking of all the things I could be doing if I were at home. The floors to be washed. The sewing to be caught up on. The garden to be weeded. But here I was, forced to sit. It turned out not to be such a bad thing after all. I had the opportunity to close my eyes and "rest" to the giggling of children watching TV. I was able to watch the kids play with all the new and different toys that the house has and we don't. I was content to just BE.